Ay, he shews he is judicial in his clothes.
— from Epicoene; Or, The Silent Woman by Ben Jonson

“You told him it was for me?” “Yes, and he said he would do his best to please your highness.”
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

You'd find out how sweet he is!
— from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis

I’ve seen her black dress for the last time: her steps have died away.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Work is not man's punishment; it is his reward and his strength, his glory and his pleasure.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

And the little mirror in his silk hat.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

To this Nabal, therefore, David sent ten men of his attendants at the time when he sheared his sheep, and by them saluted him; and also wished he might do what he now did for many years to come, but desired him to make him a present of what he was able to give him, since he had, to be sure, learned from his shepherds that we had done them no injury, but had been their guardians a long time together, while we continued in the wilderness; and he assured him he should never repent of giving any thing to David.
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

Of course the dilemma was purely hypothetical; since he wasn't a blackguard Polish nobleman, it was absurd to speculate what his wife's rights would be if he WERE.
— from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

A vicious education, which could not subdue his spirit, had clouded his mind; he was ignorant of every science; and the remembrance of his learned and feeble grandsire might encourage his real or affected contempt of laws and lawyers, of artists and arts.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

As soon as Schofield saw this movement of Hood's, he sent his trains to the rear, but did not fall back himself until the 21st, and then only to Columbia.
— from Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant, Complete by Ulysses S. (Ulysses Simpson) Grant

Since her father had seen her in bed, and spoken to her of what he had called the folly of her love, she had not again given herself up to the life of a sick-room.
— from Ralph the Heir by Anthony Trollope

To fight and be beaten is a casualty common to a soldier, and I have since had enough of it; but to run away at the sight of an enemy, and neither strike or be stricken, this is the very shame of the profession, and no man that has done it ought to show his face again in the field, unless disadvantages of place or number make it tolerable, neither of which was our case.
— from Memoirs of a Cavalier A Military Journal of the Wars in Germany, and the Wars in England. From the Year 1632 to the Year 1648. by Daniel Defoe

He said he won the usual medals.
— from Report of the President's Commission on the Assassination of President John F. Kennedy by United States. Warren Commission

Then he said "Huh!" again.
— from The Corner House Girls at School by Grace Brooks Hill

He should have, though, the chance.
— from The Perfume of Eros: A Fifth Avenue Incident by Edgar Saltus

W. and I and Pontécoulant in the first gala carriage driven by Leroy (I wish you could have seen him, as much taken up with his dress as I was with mine).
— from Letters of a Diplomat's Wife, 1883-1900 by Mary King Waddington

When the blow first fell on her she had thought much of the ignominy which had befallen her, and which must ever rest with her.
— from Kept in the Dark by Anthony Trollope

"My dazzling panther of the smoking hills, When the hot sun hath touched their loads of dew, What strange eyes had my cousin, who could thus (For you must know I am the first o' the three That pace the gardens of his memory) Prefer before the daughter of great earls, This giglot, shining in her golden hair, Haunting him like a gleam or happy thought; Or her, the last, up whose cheeks blushes went As thick and frequent as the streamers pass Up cold December nights.
— from Poems Third Edition by Alexander Smith